haiku – Page 3 – Garden of Words

Late July, 7pm Haiku

breeze cooling my sweat
the smell of honeysuckle
the long, slow evening

in the breathless woods
I hear the treetops rustling
and I am at peace

heavy air breathing
through the trees and their rustling–
sun standing still
Photo credit: Susanne Nilsson via Flickr, CC 2.0

waking and trembling
trying to write anyway
nothing is easy

how you can force blooms
from forsythia’s bare stems
in your heated home

incredible strength
and vulnerability
in the tulip bulbs

The robins don’t care if there’s snow on the ground, they sing their mating song.

white-washed lace-work world
a proper Boston springtime
with snow on tulips

little puffy clouds
in the wide, perfect blue sky
mock my grieving heart

under hazy sun
I break trail over the fresh snow
while the birds twitter

in-breath, the nose burns
out-breath, the nose also burns
but my coat is warm